I wish we could laugh every day
Like we did back when the sun was new
But our time has come
Reflected in the water of the sun’s rising
And now all that’s left
Are the visions of dancing
The memories of life
Which fade into the ever creeping darkness
So perfectly
That we don’t even notice in the end.
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Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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